Excerpts from Sophie's monologues.
| by Sophie Haviland
She would say:
What is happening to me?
I know exactly what is happening to me.
Think of a room you have never seen.
| monologue seventeen (17)
Breaking in when she wasn't there, an act of defiance.
| monologue twenty (20)
I have become particulary lazy.
There is a little of the old fashioned in me. What an understatement.
I am distinctly adverse to the contemporary.
The obsession continues.
It does not feel like a Wednesday at all.
| monologue five (5)
I like the slam of full sensory experience
Last night I tried to throw myself out of a moving car.
It was an act of impulse.
| monologue three (3)
These shattered events - each of us coming to
or going from what we desire.
| monologue two (2)
I have been reading a book that tells me of the seven steps to god - the first
in fact is silence
To have been silenced by myself I take this in.
So silence then.
| monologue nine (9)
Again I am waiting
In some other room entirely
With a different man
And different furniture
A different circumstance all together.
| monologue sixteen (16)
The day expended.
| monologue ten (10)
So that's how I come and go
Like the girl in a dream
Or a hundred girls
Who do not know
Quite how to leave you.
| monologue twelve (12)
He would not quite allow himself to contradict her / He looked changed somehow, as if something secret had happened to him.
| monologue twenty one (21)
Perhaps it is her story / So anything could happen.
| monologue thirteen (13)
| monologue seven (7)
